The Spirit of Muster

For all the Ags who have gone before me,
who gave all they had for all I now enjoy-
Our spirit I faithfully carry forward,
and try to leave a better world behind.
Softly call the Muster, Ags, and raise your candle light,
Gone but not forgotten, let 'em hear that old farmers fight!
Today, my voice is yours, as I call "HERE,"
I stand for fallen heroes, for those I hold most dear.